cousinsindozens | MEMES?!?

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MEMES?!?

[This is a catchall post for memes for

Autistic_Ace's characters.

Current list of memes: Relationship Questions;
Truth Meme;
Texts From Last Night and General Texting;
Two Truths and a Lie;
Carnival/Fun of the Fair;
Denny's (which apparently does delivery now! Order-in?);
Words; Hurt/Comfort;
Lap Pillow;
Rescue Meme;
Train to the Afterlife Meme (which can ALSO double as a rescue meme, heh, especially for CRAU.)
Hurt/Comfort Meme, for kicks;
Wal-Mart;
Hygge;

If smut ( ahem ) feels like an option for a character/CR, then go ahead and ask! May require an AU/ageing up of some sort, but I digress.

Please specify a meme when tagging a character's respective toplevel - then we can go from there!]

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Nita can't help a wry little smile when he points that out.

"Keeping secrets like that from loved ones isn't a good idea for Mages either, huh?"

Or had he meant that title in a different way, in that they were somehow the same?

"Well, being a Mage means believing in something so absolutely and passionately that you can overwrite what everyone else believes. So wanting to change things for the better, however subjective that is, is pretty hard to escape with such a belief."

Now that drew Nita's attention to point-focus like a hawk.

"Not that I'm one to talk, but what sort of things do you normally change? Or should I make that a general Mage question?"

"Well, take healing, for example. If you're hurt, I can help by properly aligning your internal energy." Which of course by intellectual standards is proven nonsense.

"You can just... make a way of seeing the world take precedence over all else? And there's no backlash later, when you're focusing on something else?"

Nita was definitely aware that 'aligning internal energy' wasn't how it worked for humans.

"That depends entirely on how much the world I'm in accepts what I can do, and how obvious I make it that I've rejected a reality to substitute my own. Most people on Earth, for example, wouldn't buy that I can catch a bullet... but they WOULD buy that I could catch an arrow, because movies have conditioned them to believe it's plausible for a skilled martial artist."

Thank you, Karate Kid! Of course, catching an arrow is entirely possible in certain circumstances -- with a lot of practice, a planned stunt, a bow with a low draw weight, a special arrow designed to slow down rapidly. Catching an arrow launched with serious attempt to harm under battlefield conditions? Can't happen, normally. But it's plausible even if it isn't possible.

Nita quirks an eyebrow again at the 'catch a bullet' remark - it's not exactly subtle - but she can follow his logic.

"So it's invoking Suspension of Disbelief, as a force of nature?"

As opposed to convincing a part of nature that a certain kind of change was possible, or even desirable.

"The opposite! It invokes one person's belief against consensus reality to overwrite the laws of physics. But it's easier if people believe it's possible."

"So it doesn't require an audience present, just the pre-existing concept to be in people's heads? Somewhere?"

She could see the upsides, looking at it that way.

Morgan nodded. "Exactly, though an active observer makes it even harder to do and produces more of a backlash. That's one big reason I mostly live in a realm than accepts magic exists, it means I can do what I want instead of stick to the lines."

Nita manages a bit of a smile at that.

"So in a way, you kind of owe us one?"

Or owe wizardry one, more precisely.

"But I'm assuming a demonstration wouldn't be in the cards for what you had in mind today."

"Sure, I can demonstrate. You might owe me a racy question or two in return," Morgan says, with a wicked grin and enough light amusement that he's clearly teasing instead of making a legitimate threat.

"Hey! You never know, I could have come up with those on my own," she says.

It is absolutely not as likely as she makes it sound, but she's not saying it in the Speech.

"Just warn me if I need to close my eyes or anything first."

Suuuure she would have.

"Why would you need to do that?" he wonders, even as he flips a couple of pens out of a pocket. A casual flick into the air sets them spinning, before he sticks out one foot to catch them -- one vertical on the end of his shoe, then the other perfectly balanced on top of that.

"Y'know, powers of un-observation-" Nita begins to explain, but now THAT is a show!

While her eyebrows go up, she's not here to be a doubter. "I could chalk it up to excellent proprioception, you know," she says, fighting to keep a smirk off her face.

"And that's how plausibility makes magick easier."

With a twitch of his legs, Morgan snapped up to a standing position, snapping the pens out of midair to tuck back away. No, that wasn't actually magick, just lots of martial arts training. But the next part...

He caught up a bottle of water, held it with both hands, then snapped one forward and other back so it started spinning on its vertical axis. In the same motion, he tossed it upwards. In an extremely unlikely scenario at best, the sudden motion snapped the lid free of its plastic tamper seal, then unscrewed it, so just before the bottle was about to hit the ceiling the water started pouring out.

He twisted one hand around the chaotic stream of water spilling down towards the floor, and like a rope or a snake the water suddenly began wrapping around his arms in long loops as he made gentle circles with his hands while never touching it.

Then the bottle fell down from its arc. Morgan 'tossed' the water up into the air, caught the bottle, then swept it around him. Whether he was moving faster than he should, or the water moving slower, it was hard to say -- maybe it was both, but whatever the case, he caught every drop of water back in the bottle.

Then he followed his momentum, completed the spin the last arc of the bottle pushed his body though, and as he turned around he lobbed the bottle towards Nita. For a second it promised absolute disaster -- right up until the lid dropped straight onto the bottle's neck as it flew, and the spin screwed it right back on.

Catch!

Nita looks genuinely impressed this time.

In fact-

"You sure you don't have a water affinity? Because it can respond to people that way,"

She'd say a little more in that vein, but that's when Morgan throws the water bottle at her.

Not quite surprised enough to be off her game, she only fumbles it slightly before firmly grasping it - and makes sure the top is pointing away from her face when she halts its momentum, just in case.

No worries there. It's quite secure! But not resealed, though, if she cares to draw inferences from that.

"Nope, that's what we'd generically call the Spheres of Forces and Time. Manipulating kinetic energy, then the general flow of time on a personal and short-range area. Those are ones I'm pretty solid at."

"Giving you a wider range of things to manipulate, but with more precise manipulation..."

Reluctantly, Nita nods. "I like it." Possibly in spite of herself.

She hefts the bottle, avoiding sealing it for the moment.

"But it'd take me a lot more energy to get the same result, both levitating the bottle and maneuvering the water separately."

"If I may flatter myself, I'm reasonably powerful and practiced." Morgan drops back down -- not into his chair again, but on the opposite side of the couch from her, with a grin. "But there are plenty of things I can't do. Affecting actual physical matter directly instead of through physical forces, garbage, for example. Terrible with the spirit world."

"So you need a conduit," Nita concludes, setting the bottle down on a side table before continuing.

"And... communication with the inanimate?"

Not that that was Nita's best subject either, but still.

"That's out of my paradigm. I wouldn't even know where to begin."

Spirit? Mind? Matter? Time? Maybe he could think of a few ways, but all of them were foreign to his way of thinking, something he'd have to unpleasantly wrestle his mind into believing.

Nita fights the urge to be smug.

"So it's about personal background as well, then. We have that in common, a little."

What with her initial 'growing things' specialty and all...

"... Ever been out of your home dimension? Willing or unwilling."

"It's about paradigm. I'm a martial artist, an Akashic to name our Tradition. The Order of Hermes is all about 'classic' magic, spells and invocations, alchemy, demon-summoning circles... The Virtual Adepts see reality as a program they can hack, the Dreamspeakers commune with the spirits in all things... Background has an influence of course, but it's what you believe."

He remains very matter-of-fact about this all, relaxed lazily into the couch cushions.

"I actually moved off-world a while ago. Found a place that I liked better and was more comfortable in. So yes, you bet. Ever met an alternate version of yourself?"

"And they're all Akashics? Or Akashics are with the Order of Hermes specifically?"

She could sort of see parallels with wizardry in all of them, but none were an exact match (unsurprisingly so at this point), and she could definitely appreciate the compare-and-contrast inherent in them.

"And no, actually. I know they exist, but I've never met them."

Kit may have had more to say on it, courtesy of Ponch, but he wasn't here today, and no dogs had seen fit to give her a surprise visit either.

"You have, though, then?"

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